Date: Tue, 04 Jul 2000 20:41:54 GMT
From: Lyn Bradfield
Subject: pleasuring my princess
My name is Lyn, I'm a pretty blond 22 year old with a female lover called
Teri (39).
This is the story of an encounter I had with a friend, her first time with
a woman, just after Teri and I became lovers. I would love to hear
comments from other women and to share fantasies and experiences.
Pleasuring my princess Amalka was beautiful. She was Asian with lovely
dark skin, shiny black hair and deep, dark eyes that drew me to them every
time I saw her. I had known Amalka for about six months and was instantly
attracted to her from the moment I saw here.
She had a fit, curvy body, just like I love, which she liked to show off in
tight jeans and very tight vest tops with thin, shoulder straps.
I was a member of the college hockey team along with Amalka. Matches and
practices gave me plenty of opportunity to see gorgeous Amalka running
around in short skirts, but especially to watch her strip and shower after
matches. I always tried to ensure that Amalka and I ended up in the
showers together. I made a special effort to try to wear my sexiest
underwear when I was playing hockey with Amalka. Maybe I thought she might
find me attractive dressed like that, I don't know. I just know how extra
sexy I felt dressed in my prettiest underthings and being near Amalka.
We became good friends and I did wonder if Amalka was attracted to me. She
did look at me some times when we were getting changed or showered and she
was always keen to be with me when the team went out socially. I really
liked Amalka as a friend though, so I was reluctant to come on to her too
strongly in case I spoilt our friendship.
One day while the team were having a drink after a match Amalka came across
to me and said how lovely she thought my underwear was and how she would
really like to buy some like it. I was flustered and excited that the
object of my desire had noticed the special effort I had been making. I
wondered if she realised it was especially for her.
She asked me where I brought all my underwear, and desperately trying to
retain my composure I said that I got it from various places.
Suddenly not wanting to waste what might be a chance of getting close to
Amalka, I said that I thought she would look beautiful in some of my
underwear because she had such a stunning body. She looked a little
embarrassed but smiled and laughed very quietly.
Feeling a little bolder I said that if she wanted she was welcome to come
to my flat and we could try some of my favourite lingerie on as we were
roughly the same size. She said yes straight away and we arranged for a
night a couple of days later.
I spent the rest of the evening in a daze, anticipating being alone with
Amalka and trying on all of my sexiest, most stunning lingerie. I imagined
her in various outfits and got turned on beyond belief. I was convinced
that her interest in me was a sign of her attraction towards me but I still
was nervous about making a move. I prayed I was right and waited for our
evening together to arrive.
I made a special effort before Amalka arrived. I dimmed the lights in my
bedroom, put some soft music on, lit some candles and put some of my
favourite wine into chill. I was very nervous before Amalka arrived,
worried I might have misread the signals and that she might not be
interested in me, but also anticipating what might happen.
Amalka was one of the most beautiful women I had seen. I had dreamed of
being alone and intimate with her so many times and suddenly I felt so
close.
Amalka arrived on time and my heart jumped when I opened the door and saw
how wonderful she looked. Her lovely, long, black hair flowed down over
her shoulders and back and her deep, dark eyes were highlighted by some
beautiful subtle make up.
She was wearing a tight halter neck top, I could see the outline of a lacy
bra underneath and a long three-quarter length thin skirt that hugged her
hips and the top of her thighs. I was speechless and just looked in awe of
this stunning creature entering my flat. She leant forward put her hand on
my hip and kissed me lightly on my check. I almost fainted, overcome with
desire and lust. I tried to pull myself together and set about showing her
into my flat and pouring her a drink.
We sat, talked and drank for about forty minutes. It was wonderful to be
alone with her and enjoy her on my own, but agony as I wanted to show her
so much, how much I wanted her. After a couple of glasses I suggested we
go and try on some of my lingerie and we moved to the bedroom.
Before I could say anything Amalka peeled off her top revealing a black
lacy bra and said "I've been waiting for this for so long".
Her mischevious smile gave me hope and set my pulse racing. My eyes moved
over her delicious body, devouring her beauty as she stepped out of her
skirt and stood, hands on hips facing me in just her bra and panties, her
nipples erect and pushing against the material of her bra, her hips thrust
forward in a provocative pose. My hands trembled as I pulled off my top
and slipped out of my tight skirt, especially chosen for the occasion. I
was already wet between my legs. We stood in just our underwear and stared
at each other, now quite openly admiring each others young bodies.
I didn't want to make my move yet as I wanted Amalka in my sexiest outfit.
Amalka turned around and asked me to unhook her bra. My eyes travelled
over the shoulder strap of her bra to the swelling of her breast, slightly
moving in and out as she breathed. My hands shook as I unclipped her and
watched as she slipped her bra slowly over her shoulders. She turned round
facing me, her breasts exposed and her nipples erect. My mouth went dry
and I caught my breath as she stood looking at me.
I was dying to make a move but still too terrified. The air was charged
with expectation and lust.
Amalka turned away and slipped out of her panties. The moment passed and I
breathed again. I picked up a pair of panties from the drawer. They were
low cut silky with inset lace panels and lace trimming. They were tight
and the silky material would hug her ass perfectly.
I passed them to her and our fingers brushed lightly. Amalka put each leg
slowly into the panties and gently pulled them up. I watched as the
panties slid up her thighs and she snapped them into place. I was
transfixed, imagining how sexy the knickers made me feel, wondering how my
beautiful Amalka felt.
I passed Amalka a matching bra which she slipped on. She looked
breathtaking. She smiled as she smoothed down her panties and bra. My
nipples were pushing against the tight material of my bra and my panties
were soaked.
"Let me pick something for you" she said cheekily as she took my hand and
led me to the lingerie draw.
Amalka pulled out a black tight nylon camisole top, cropped just below the
breasts and a pair of French cut panties with lace trim. I underdressed
under her steely, unwavering gaze. I pulled the outfit on and stood a few
inches from Amalka.
I had a hair brush on the dressing table. I asked if she would like me to
brush her hair.
I loved the look of her long shiny hair and knew it would be so erotic to
brush and stroke her.
She sat on the edge of the bed and I began to run the brush threw her long
hair. I felt like an Egyptian slave attending to her princess. I just
wanted to pay all my attention to her. My entire universe was consumed by
her beauty. All I could see and think about was Amalka's beauty, sitting
inches in front of me, stunning but still unreachable.
I continued for a few minutes until Amalka turned to me, flashing her
incredible smile.
I couldn't resist any longer.
"You look so beautiful", I said, "I've never seen anything as stunning as
you".
She continued to smile at me. I closed my eyes and moved towards her. Our
mouths met and our lips moved together, awkwardly at first. I savoured the
softness of her mouth. My tongue moistened her lips and me came together
more, moving more naturally and rhythmically. She broke away and looked at
me.
"I've never done this with a woman" she said.
"I won't hurt you darling, I won't do anything you don't want to" I said.
We kissed again and our hands started to move to each others bodies.
Amalka's hand rested on the back of my neck and pulled me gently towards
her. I was in heaven, kissing this beautiful creature, imagining how far
she would let me go.
We kissed for what seemed like ages, revealing in the softness of each
other, building up the intensity and electricity between us. Amalka broke
off and slowly lay back on the bed, letting me admire her body. I lent
over her and gently kissed her on her lips again. I moved my mouth to her
neck and gently brushed across her skin, taking in her scent and taste.
She sighed quietly as I kissed her neck, occasionally muttering words of
pleasure.
I moved down to her shoulder and ran my mouth up and down the strap of her
bra over her shoulder. I gently bit and kissed where the material of the
strap met her skin.
While I did this my hand moved to her chest and sides as I stroked her soft
skin, pleasuring my princess, making her moans and sighs become more
intense and more regular. I glanced at her face, her head was slightly
back, her eyes closed as she occasionally winced at the pleasure of my
touches.
My hands moved over her panties, across skin and fabric, gently brushing
and touching her. I wanted this moment to last forever, thinking that if I
touched her too hard the magic would break. This slow torture went on for
ages. Amalka got more and more turned on, her sighs louder, her pleading
for release greater.
I put my hand gently between her legs and felt her through the fabric of
her panties.
Even through the material I could feel how hot and wet she was. She pushed
herself against me, forcing herself onto my hand. The gentle pressure of
my fingers against her brought deeper, more powerful groans of pleasure
from her throat.
"Oh please baby, please make me come Lyn" she pleaded.
I continued to touch her gently, like a feather, increasing her agony and
desire, drawing even greater pleading from her. Her panties were
completely soaked as she writhed against me. The musky smell of sex filled
the room.
I wanted to kiss her breasts, so I moved my mouth down and kissed her
nipple firmly through the material, feeling her hard and erect, pushing
against the material. I took her nipple in my mouth through the silky
fabric and squeezed with my lips, pinching its hard erectness. I moved up
to where the lacy trim of the bra met Amalka's dark skin and kissed and
licked the join, moving to the soft valley between her breasts, moving my
face between her, seeming to be swallowed by her. My hands squeezed her
bum through the material of her knickers.
I couldn't wait any longer, I had to taste her, to make her come. I slid
her knickers down with my hands and pushed her legs apart. I could see her
sex, throbbing and wet. I put my mouth against her for the first time and
tasted her desire.
She was soft, wet hot and desperate for the touch of my mouth. I pushed my
tongue into her and licked, tasting her juice while she writhed and bucked
against my mouth.
She got hotter and hornier as I licked, crying out my name, begging me for
release.
My tongue found her hard little clit and I licked and sucked as she almost
screamed with desire.
The touch of my tongue was too much. I felt her vagina muscles contract as
she reached her first orgasm. I slipped a wet finger into her ass as she
screamed her way to a second orgasm. I kept my mouth there, hungry for
her, licking, sucking and drinking her juices as they flowed from her cunt.
I lost count of the number of times she came, but by the end she was
exhausted, sobbing and gasping for air and moaning my name, drained by
desire.
We lay together for hours that night kissing, cuddling and occasionally
bringing each other off to gentle orgasms, consumed by each other, the most
erotic experience of my life.